The Cars Were Always Mine

At the company celebration dinner, everyone was drinking themselves stupid with joy, because we'd just closed a big project and every single employee had walked away with a fat cash bonus.

That was when the intern assistant suddenly pulled a stack of photos out of her bag and threw them down in front of me.

In the photos, I was driving one of the cars registered under the company's name, taking a friend of mine to the hospital to have her baby.

"What's this supposed to mean?"

I looked up at the intern assistant, Lucinda Winfield.